My Drug

Summary: "It's like you're my drug. I want you, but I shouldn't have you. I shouldn't have you but I need you. I need you, but there's so many people trying to keep us away... And even after all this... I still want you..." Troy-x-Gabriella.

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Needless to say I was very disappointed with the reviews for the previous chapter.

I would much prefer reviews, to alerts, because at least then I know whether you liked it or not,

whether there was anything about my writing I should improve, etc.

So please, just leave one little comment.... a minute of your time isn't much to ask for.

Freakin Perfect

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Gabriella opened the front door, and froze, listening to see if anyone was home.

Silence.

Perfect.

It had been only a couple of days since Troy had moved in with them, but they felt like years.

Living in the same house as him was much harder than she'd expected.

Every day, she'd wake and see him.

His perfect body, his perfect face, his perfect, sexy voice; he was just....perfect.

She couldn't count how many times she'd gotten lost in those eyes....

And hiding her true feelings were definitely something new.

At school, she was quite popular; there was really no need to shy away from crushes.

Very few guys even thought about rejecting her, it was a habit of hers, to let her face portray

everything she felt.

But this was different.

She couldn't hurt her mother like that.

She was just waiting, for the time to pass by, until she would no longer feel this silly attraction for a

man fourteen years older than her.

Until it would just fade away.

But that didn't come.

And it wouldn't.

Because, all modesty aside, she could see that he wanted her too.

He too, was just holding back for Marilyn.

Gabriella could see the intensity in his eyes when he looked at her.

She could feel the electricity pulsating through their bodies, when fingers accidentally brushed with

each others.

She could hear the short, ragged breaths he made when she was as much as a metre away from him.

He wanted her.

It was obvious.

If only fate wasn't so cruel to them.

If only Marilyn wasn't such a big factor.

Because neither of them wanted to hurt her like that.

And slowly, little by little, resentment towards her mother grew.

For being so innocent, un-aware to this little love triangle.

For being so happy.

For meeting Troy first.

And she hated herself too, for being so goddamned attracted to him in the first place.

But she couldn't hate Troy.

Because of what he was.

So freakin perfect.

Hehe... just a little short one before I post the next chapter, which will be in approximately 12

seconds=).

I still want a review though....

-Kuma xO'